bonfires seep across the heath
orange flames flit like fallen stars
harvesters rake beds of straw
lay their heads on stone
earth cools the indigo night
heat pools beneath splintered scythes
faces rise in dreams' sure might
light lacquers stone
we have charted nature's hopes
from unloved loss to deep delight
wrapped in darkness we covet gems
buried in rugged stone
your eyes trail me to the meadow's edge
neon colors ooze down the ridge
we paint them as flames snuffed out
in chiseled fields of stone
Apr 7, 2023
Apr 7, 2023 at 6:59 PM UTC
bonfires seep across the heath
orange flames flit like fallen stars
harvesters rake beds of straw
lay their heads on stone
earth cools the indigo night
heat pools beneath splintered scythes
faces rise in dreams' sure might
light lacquers stone
we have charted nature's hopes
from unloved loss to deep delight
wrapped in darkness we covet gems
buried in rugged stone
your eyes trail me to the meadow's edge
neon colors ooze down the ridge
we paint them as flames snuffed out
in chiseled fields of stone
